At the mention of the Great Desert, Gravel fell silent for once.
Even his drinking slowed. In the end, he actually set down his cup and stared at Tang Qi with a strange look:
"He told you about even that?"
"Black Snake? No. I heard it from that mage named New Star. When we were being hauled into the prisoner wagon, he came over and struck up a conversation, seemingly wanting to learn from Black Snake about the secret treasure you brought out."
Tang Qi was blunt, making no attempt to hide his curiosity.
"I tried asking about what you went through in the Great Desert, too, but Black Snake wasn't willing to tell me."
"Get him to bring it up himself? You'd have an easier time stabbing him to death."
"So what did you get in the Great Desert? Enough to make your entire team fall apart—Minions of the Ebony Forest."
"Forget it. Stop asking about that. It won't do you any good."
"The more you say that, the more curious people get."
Tang Qi felt Gravel was deliberately dangling the bait before him.
"For the sake of the twenty days we've spent together, at least satisfy my thirst for knowledge, will you? You don't have to tell me what treasure you got. I'm a bard. I'm only interested in the story itself."
Whether it was the legend of the "Land of the Divine War" or the "Forgotten Kingdom," both had given this wasteland a unique mystery.
It was like a still-alluring woman lying quietly atop endless ruins, pouring sweet, timeworn wine down her neck, where it flowed along her veins into her fair, bottomless ravines.
As if tempting every seeker of knowledge, stirring desire in their hearts and urging them to greedily pluck from her.
Moreover—
Tang Qi